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A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.


Yesterday I showed Jen and Ez standing in the Signals House on Mount Nelson. Here is the singnals house itself.

Early on in the history of Van Diemen's Land, they didn't have mobile phones, Internets or [gasp] even fax machines. So they made do with flags. Here upon this great big hill, they had a ruddy great pole with flags of all colours to send messages all the way down to Port Arthur, where the horrible and smelly convicts were kept.

I'm not sure as to its veracity, but Henry tells me that this signal here is, "Darling, we're out of bread. Oh, and a carton of milk too while you're at it..."

More views of the city and the river to come shortly.
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kylie said…
well, it says exactly what text messages do and it costs nothing.
very clever
9 March 2009 at 14:38
USelaine said…
We used to need next to nothing.
9 March 2009 at 15:43
Beth said…
I see you're still "Lost in Austen"!
9 March 2009 at 20:27
KL said…
Now I really want to get inside your brain (human psychology is an extremely interesting subject) - how did you come up with that title of lady's imagination by looking at that picture!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????????????????

It was much more fun and educative that method was. These cellphones perhaps cause cancer and we never learn how to interpret symbols and movements, etc, around us.
9 March 2009 at 22:22
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, maybe we should ALL be using flags?
10 March 2009 at 12:45
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, and what bliss it was (aside from the cholera and premature death etc...)!
10 March 2009 at 12:46
Kris McCracken said…
Beth, when you have found a theme, I say "stick to it"!
10 March 2009 at 12:47
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I am quite a simple soul really.
10 March 2009 at 12:47
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